The Tea Room

 Has anybody been watching the Chris Issac show? In every episode there is a sequence where he talks things over with his Muse. A beautiful naked blonde woman lying on her stomach on a round rotating bed covered in blue crushed velvet. His divine Beloved! When he is troubled he goes into his head and complains to her about whatever is going on. She listens patiently and gives him a few pointed comments, he goes "oh yeah, I never thought about it like that" and heads back out into the world. He calls her "Mona". Mona the Muse.

 I just think it is very kewl that a silly TV show about a musician would have such a wonderful example of the relationship with the DB. Tickles me.

 One of my Priestesses gave me a T-shirt today. I rarely wear T-shirts but this one made me giggle for 10 minutes. It has the Pilsbury doughboy on it, and it says "Poke me and die."

 My Priestess is a great storyteller, and I always enjoy our visits. I end up giggling for a while afterwards. She told me about a man who built an island.

  Plastic is forever. He gathered plastic juice and milk bottles, sealed the lids shut with silicone and tied them together with old plastic fishing nets into rafts on the sea. The rafts, he roped together with more fishing net and plastic rope. He covered the rafts with loads of dirt as he went. He is now living on a 1/4 mile island complete with his house, garden and animals. The plastic bottles and fishing nets will not decay, and the barnacles will come to help glue it all together, and stiffen it like growing a coral reef on the bottom. When he is done growing his island, he is going to tow it somewhere pleasant and anchor. He will own it, no mortgage, no property tax. It has it's own electricity and everything, wind turbines and solar panels. We laughed about how if he keeps going he could build his own small country. Tow the raft into international waters... I love human ingenuity.

  I love being human. I don't think
I have ever felt
 so
 Wonderfully human.

  I have been "away" for a while, it seems. I did not realize how "away" I was till I came back on Good Friday, and empathic people whom I've been in touch with regularly started telling me how much they have missed me. I am sorry if you missed me too, but I was practicing what I preach. : )

  Goddess had me detached, growing a new self and I could not resist it, did not wish to. It was time. I had a very peaceful vacation from empathy, to have the space to grow a new self, from within. Coccooned from external influences. I surrendered to it, and did not think about it too much. Kept the monkey mind busy doing webdesign and making soap. Chop wood, etc.

  I do know that at one point on my way out, I was doing what percyval described as "tearing at my attachments", and it may be that I tore some chunks out of some of you, too. I know slid into victimhood and said some things that were really not fair.. I want to thank you all for being so understanding and supportive. The nice thing is, what you saw was just about as bad as it got! I have been through a few ego deaths, and this one was pretty smooth, all things considered.

 Hope everyone has a great spring! Blessings...